Sometimes It Sings May 2, 2003 |
I have been driving down this dusty road for 2 hours now with no signs of any clinic or hospital -- hey, not to mention any recognizable life form. I yell to the stranger beside me: "Are you sure it's this way?". The man beside me is moaning like a cow. I shouldn't have asked. I just hope he keeps on covering his gushing mouth, which is spewing out blood like a toppled wine bottle, as a result of a fish hook wound. How the hell did I end up in this mess? It is a strange development of events that I have to take you back to what happened 30 minutes before now. I remember a warm spring morning.... (to be continued) |